Twill

@ShayeraNatasha interested in XXY White/Black TigRos

> Ferocious Claws

[ Ahhh please don't read this. I have no idea what route I want to go for with Twill yet, her story ideas are a major WIP ]

Notes: Totally gay with Eira, used to be mates with Ghost.


Click. Click. Click. Click.
The young Ice-born tapped her claws on the icy slate, eyes narrowed.
Her subjects trembled, not from the cold but from the unwelcome presence of an elite — such a strong dragon dredged up vaulted memories none of them wanted to relive.
Her band of rogues and castaways all had their limit and she feared it would be reached soon. If that were to happen, she wouldn't be the last one left behind to face the mess, rather she would be the first to leap overboard.

As she locked eyes with the white-eyed dragon, she growled under her breath. It had not been her choice to become chief of such an unruly bunch, she should not have to take the blame. Her position was handed to her by the one she called mother and they had been fools enough to not question it.
Though what kind of clan was this? A Keeperlees clan was a doomed clan, and they certainly had no keeper.

"Speak," she ordered the white-eyed warrior, becoming restless, and she was sure he must have heard the waver to her voice.

The sapphire Gaoler stepped forward until he stood before the stone table.
"Leave this territory, pitiful queen, or we will force you out." His deep voice rumbled through her flesh and as he spoke the resemblance of a mocking smile crept its way onto his maw. "Unless you think my bones may make a nice addition to that crown."

"We were here long before you took over the tundra," she argued firmly.

"And we have allowed you to stay, weaklings. Now you move or you die." There was no aggression in his voice, just cold emptiness, but he was not bluffing. Twill knew better than anyone that those born from an ice-enclosed egg did not bluff.

She refused to let her slipping brave exterior show to her clanmates; she didn't want them committing to anything rash before she had her chance to leave.
Twill had won many battles at her young age but she had also lost them, something the queen before had never done and the warrior before her knew. If this was still her mother's territory he would never have set claw in it. He knew what she was, he saw the child in her that her clanmates did not. To an Ice-born, she was weak, but to them she was strong.
Her lips twitched into a snarl. "Who are you to command us? Return to your weak and pitiful leaders, and tell them that this clan does not crumble to such benign threats."

The clan was silent as the Gaoler absorbed her words, his lids slitted.
He raised himself high, bowed his head, and turned on his claws.
His exit was announced by the fanfare celebration of her subjects and they shouted her praises well into the night, long after she had retired to her den carved into the icesheet; what they did not know was that Twill never settled onto her luxurious bed of straw and ragged cloth. For if all her battles had taught her anything it was when best to fight... and when best to flee.


She could not help but wonder what her mother would've done, the cold and fierce queen that had raised her from her lost egg. But she had left, abandoned her daughter in the night to a clan that was doomed to fall without her, and since she had all that Twill could do was wonder if she would approve of every action she took and every command she gave. Her mother was not like her, she was brave and calculating with a mind that dominated the ice fields upon which she reigned, and Twill could never seem to make the right decisions as easily as her mother had.

Roars rose from the chasm behind her, battle cries and screams of pain.
Twill clutched her pearl close to her chest, the bitter wind ruffling her mane.
"Tomorrow they will not exist, and I shall be born anew. No more Ice Queen - I am Twill again."
She did not slow her claws nor did she look back at the clan she had left, for there was only one thing Twill was good at making the right decisions for... herself.



wip below;
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"Pity," the voice whispered and she felt a claw run gently along the stripes of her face.
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"Cold?" Ghost asked, watching her shift her feet.
Twill glared at him. The Ice-born had not spent so long in the Shadow Domain that she forgot what true cold was.
He raised his claws in defense and turned away, looking out over the icy rock.
The wind blew a freezing gust of air at them and Twill reluctantly unwrapped her fluffed tail from her pearl and draped it over the shivering male.

"You should've worn more." She stated bluntly when he smiled at her. —


New ice rep t Ice